Chapter 105 Spirit Fire Mutation, Demon God Appears
As soon as the cloud of Hongmeng purple gas entered the Zi Mansion space, it turned into a cloud-like gas, and instantly enveloped the Nether Fire of the Bronze Corpse and the entire magic circle.
Under Qu Wuming's intentional guidance, the Hongmeng Purple Qi, accompanied by Qu Wuming's spiritual power and mana, penetrated into every corner of the Bronze Corpse Netherworld Fire Core, and the Bronze Corpse Netherworld Fire Core that had been controlled by Qu Wuming
Not only did he not have any resistance to this, but he seemed to have opened his mind and actively welcomed these things that did not belong to him.
Gradually, the core of the Bronze Corpse Nether Fire actually changed again.
The golden core that originally had a bright color gradually became covered with a gray-black aura.
As the Hongmeng purple energy continued to pour in, the gray-black aura became thicker, gradually replacing the original golden color.
By the time that 80% of the Hongmeng Purple Qi had poured into the core, the core of the Bronze Corpse Netherworld Fire could no longer hold any more Hongmeng Purple Qi. Its outer shell had become as black as ink, like a dark and shiny star.
Black pearls are common.
The originally faint blue flames have all disappeared at this moment, and there is not a trace of flames steaming above the core.
If they hadn't known in advance that this black bead was once the core of the Bronze Corpse Nether Fire, no one would be able to recognize that this bead has any connection with the previous core.
Although the flames subsided, the blood-colored light array on the black bead was still shining.
About one-third of Qu Wuming's entire body of mana was concentrated in this bead.
Just listening to Qu Wuming's faint "It's done", the black ball suddenly swallowed up all the remaining Hongmeng purple energy around it into the inner space like a long whale sucking water. The next moment, a layer of black flames raging from the ball.
When it ignited, the scorching heat instantly burned the dark red magic circle wrapped around the beads into nothingness, and even the rocks below turned into a pool of rolling magma at this moment!
In the guest room, Qu Wuming, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, had a smile on his lips and slowly opened his eyes.
Qu Wuming raised a finger, and with a thought, a weird black flame as big as a candle appeared on his fingertips, burning quietly like a ghost, and around it, the air was
It is constantly twisting due to its high temperature.
If Qu Wuming had not been deliberately controlling the temperature of this flame, the surrounding furnishings might have been ignited by its high temperature in the first place.
"The Hongmeng Purple Qi is indeed a great creation!" Qu Wuming was very satisfied with the work he came up with. "It was born from the Netherworld Fire of the Bronze Corpse. After being transformed and improved by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it actually looks like this. It is indeed a bit surprising.
It's beyond my expectation. But now that you are in this state, what should you be called?"
Qu Wuming said to himself: "Since you are based on the Bronze Corpse Netherworld Fire and have been transformed by Hongmeng Purple Qi, let's call you 'Hongmeng Netherfire'!"
"Now I have my own spiritual fire person. If I have free time in the future, I can really learn more alchemy skills according to my brother's suggestion. After I recover my magic power and spiritual consciousness,
Then use Hongmeng Nether Fire as the core to refine the first demon god clone!"
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One day later.
Still in the Zifu space.
A flat stone platform made of extremely solid and dense rock rises from the ground, covering a radius of more than ten feet.
Qu Wuming once again transformed into a phantom and landed on the stone platform. He held the Yuansha Sword and carved on the stone platform bit by bit.
After half an hour, a magic circle with a radius of about ten feet gradually took shape.
The lines that make up this magic circle are about the thickness of your little finger and about half an inch deep. After carefully inspecting the magic circle, Qu Wuming took a deep breath and silently recited the mantra in the "Twelve Capital Demon Gods".
At the same time, he raised his hand, and a stream of essence and blood flew into the Zifu space like a long snake, gurgling into the groove of the magic circle.
With the continuous infusion of essence and blood, Qu Wuming's face gradually turned pale in the guest room.
In the blink of an eye, most of the blood essence stored in the body has been consumed, but there is still a small part of the magic circle that has not been filled!
Qu Wuming took out a pill that accelerated the recovery of essence and blood, and gradually slowed down the injection of essence and blood. Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his body, he gritted his teeth and persisted. Finally, when the essence and blood in his body was only less than 30%, he
The entire magic circle was filled with essence and blood.
"I'm afraid it will take a long time for these essences and blood to accumulate again... I hope these twelve demon gods can be as powerful as they say, otherwise it would be a waste if they were all wasted? However, fortunately, what we need is essence.
Blood, not fresh blood, otherwise I am afraid that the clone will not be perfected and I will bleed to death first." Qu Wuming sighed helplessly.
At this moment, Qu Wuming's skin was dull, his expression was sluggish, and the muscles on his body seemed to have shrunk a lot - this was the price he had to pay to fill up the entire magic circle, and he did not hesitate to extract the blood essence stored in various parts of his body.
Fortunately, Qu Wuming now has plenty of various types of elixirs in his hands. Even the fourth-level elixir "Blood Spirit Pill" that restores essence and blood has three bottles, which is enough for Qu Wuming to squander freely.
At the same time as the blood essence was injected, tens of thousands of high-level spiritual stones rose into the air from the distant spiritual stone square, hovered in the air, and flew down to the surroundings of the magic circle. They were stacked one by one, as if in the magic circle.
A thick spiritual stone wall was built next to it.
After the magic circle was filled with essence and blood, Qu Wuming recited the spell with a solemn expression.
Words of ancient and mysterious curses and prayers echoed in the Zifu space. After a moment, the essence and blood in the magic circle seemed to have some mysterious resonance with the spell. The blood essence and blood in the entire magic circle actually
It rolled up like it was boiling, and a faint blood mist continued to rise into the sky. After a while, a huge oval sphere composed of blood mist condensed above the magic circle.
The mantra echoes without stopping.
From the surrounding spiritual stone walls, spiritual energy that was as rich as substance was extracted and converged towards the oval sphere in the middle.
A smooth bead as black as ink gathered all the flames, suddenly appeared in the Zifu space, and with another flash, it had penetrated into the oval sphere.
Qu Wuming's mantra began to repeat. Gradually, about one-third of the spiritual stones in the spiritual stone wall turned from the original white light into gray-white stones, and then dispersed without wind and turned into ashes.
At this time, a demonic figure with a height of three feet suddenly appeared above the magic circle.
This demonic figure has two horns on its head, and looks like an evil ghost. On its dark face, two pairs of huge and sharp fangs are exposed from its lips. Its eyes are as red as blood, and its two large earlobes are strung on each side.
A small snake coiled around his ear, shaking its head and tail. The muscles on its strong arms were sharp and angular, seeming to have infinite power.
This is the demonic form that Qu Wuming used before he obtained Han Tian's "Asura Formless Technique" and refined the three-headed and six-armed Asura form. I don't know its name, but it is infinitely powerful and extremely fast. Every time he is in the most critical moment.
Displayed at critical moments, he has helped Qu Wuming defeat powerful enemies countless times.
In terms of familiarity, this demonic form was the one that Qu Wuming was most comfortable with.
The phantom of the demon god looked down at the oval sphere below, suddenly hugged his knees in the air, put his head tightly on his knees, and then began to slowly descend.
In the process of descending, he became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a ball the size of a fist and submerged into the oval sphere.
At this moment, Qu Wuming's spell changed again, suddenly becoming rapid and high-pitched.
Within the spirit stone wall, the spiritual energy was extracted at a faster speed and submerged into the formation. In the sky, Qu Wuming's Yuanying unexpectedly threw down a ball of Hongmeng purple energy again, and in an instant, the oval sphere was tightly wrapped
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Qu Wuming's high-pitched and rapid incantation lasted for about a few breaths, and a large number of short and repeated sentences appeared in the incantation again. At this time, the surrounding spirit stone walls had disappeared, leaving only about a few hundred pieces.
The spiritual energy has not yet been extracted from the spiritual stone.
However, the oval sphere in the middle no longer absorbs spiritual energy, and all the Hongmeng purple energy surrounding it has long been absorbed by it.
The oval sphere that was originally just in a mist state also changed its shape at this moment, turning into a solid giant egg covered with blood vessels on the outside!
The thick blood vessels on the outside of the giant egg were contracting and swelling rhythmically in response to Qu Wuming's incantation, as if there was a heartbeat.
And in Qu Wuming's sea of consciousness, the clear heartbeat in the giant egg was already as loud as a drum.
Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong...
With every heartbeat of the giant egg, the evil spirit lingering on Qu Wuming's body was gradually sucked into it and turned into one of the sources of nutrition for the giant egg. Since the previous demon god's appearance was originally condensed by the evil spirit, it was subsequently absorbed into it.
The evil spirit absorbed by the giant egg is not very large.
Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong...
I don’t know how long it took, but the heartbeat of the giant egg became louder and louder, and gradually, the entire Zifu space began to echo with this drum-like heartbeat.
In a certain pool of spiritual pond in the distance, two huge black jade demon toads poked their heads out of the water, looking at this side from a distance, there seemed to be deep fear in their eyes, they only looked for a moment and then hid again.
underwater.
At the foot of another low mountain, the purple-gold electric mouse dug its front paws fiercely, digging a small hole that was originally just a stone nest several feet deep. Then it shivered and hid in the deepest part, raising its paws to cover its eyes tightly.
Shrunk into a ball.
At the foot of the Tianzhu in the Zi Mansion space, the sword spirit Xiao Yuan urged the Yuan Cha Sword to fly dozens of feet away. The light on the sword flashed, and a small man about an inch in size appeared in the mouth of the Yuan Cha Sword.
He sat on it with his legs crossed, looking at the giant egg with great interest.
After a full stick of incense had passed, the sound of incantations echoing in the Zifu space suddenly stopped.
In the Zifu space, only the monotonous and dull sound of the heartbeat was left.
Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong...
After a while, the heartbeat gradually faded away.
The blood vessels on the giant egg shriveled up in an instant, leaving only dark traces of blood as dense as a spider web.
Click!
There was a crisp sound.
A crack appeared on the giant egg.
Kaka!
There are more and more cracks, and they are getting bigger and bigger.
Suddenly, a thin and dark hand stretched out from the giant egg!
The five fingers of this hand are long and slender, with thick joints. Each finger is like a bamboo joint. And above the fingertips, there are five curved nails as sharp as a knife, each of which is more than half a foot long.
The next moment, a faint layer of black flames ignited, as if the hand was wrapped in a black coat of flames.
The black flame spread out from the arm and soon wrapped the entire shell of the giant egg.
The shell of the giant egg shattered inch by inch under the burning of the black flames, turning into masses of black gas that were completely absorbed by the body inside the giant egg.
Accompanied by a long roar, a figure covered in faint black flames slowly stood up...